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• Artiste: Conehead Buddha
• Titre: Birds
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When birds fly straight into my windshield, Bouncing off my car, And landing on the ground, I wish it could be you. Why would I feel this way, When you're always nice to my face, And you wanna shake my hand? Oh, but then I turn around... Yeah you used to be my good friend. Was it in my head? These thoughts I'm writing down, Are they better left unsaid? To think that I could trust you, What a fool I am. Those comments that you made, You shoulda kept ‘em to yourself... [CHORUS] Ah, this is what it sounds like when birds fly into my windshield. Ah, this is what it sounds like when birds fly into my windshield. Why can't it be you?! Yeah you, and your brother too - You can both go straight to Hell When you die, for all I care. No, it matters not to me. I know that these are harsh words That I say to you, But I gave you one more chance, And the chances are no more... [CHORUS] When birds fly straight into my windshield, Bouncing off my car, And landing on the ground, I wish it could be you. I'll forget about your comments, Forget you were my friend, And I'll sing this song (?)unto(?) ya, (?)Attribute(?) the plastic ????... Ah, this is what it sounds like when birds fly into my windshield. Ah, this is what it sounds like when birds fly into my windshield. Ah, this is what it sounds like when birds fly into my windshield. Ah, this is what it sounds like when birds fly into my windshield. Why can't it be you?!